The Photo I Shouldn't Have Shown My Best Friiend

Soooo I just got back from this anime convention over the weekend and was finally catching up with my small group of friends. You know, the usual—coding homework on Discord, a lazy DnD session with the guys, and sketching some new tattoo designs. My brain was still buzzing from all the cosplay and energy drinks.

Anyway, last night, I was curled up on my floor mattress with Leo, my best friend from programming class. We had some random anime playing in the background—nothing special, just comfortable and platonic. We’ve been close forever, and it’s always been totally chill.

“So, how was the con?” he asked, nudging me. “You didn’t send any pics!”

“That’s what you get for not following my spam account,” I teased, grinning.

“Oh, come on. You know I hate social media. Just show me some pics. Don’t make me beg.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Fine, but fair warning—it’s mostly just crowds and cool costumes.”

He smirked, leaning in closer. I unlocked my phone, opened my gallery, and started scrolling. He was peering over my shoulder, his breath warm on my neck as I swiped through shots of the convention hall. It was weird—even with him that close, where he could probably see down my loose tank top, I didn’t think twice. Just friends, right?

“Here’s the main stage,” I said, stopping at a pic of a huge screen with some voice actors. He made a soft sound.

“Nice,” he murmured.

I smiled and kept scrolling. “And this is the artist alley—so many amazing prints. I bought one for my wall.”

“Fascinating,” he deadpanned, clearly not into the art stuff. “Got anything more exciting?”

“Like what? My cosplay?” I teased.

He shrugged. “Hey, if you’ve got it, I’d love to see.”

I chuckled. Classic Leo. I thought about the skimpy outfit I’d worn—barely there, but no pics of that, thankfully.

“Patience,” I said, scrolling faster. “There’s the food court, packed with people and overpriced ramen.”

He laughed softly, leaning in even closer. Maybe it was the leftover convention high or just missing him, but I found myself leaning into him, too.

I kept swiping, my thumb on autopilot.

The stage. The artist alley. The food court. A super close-up of my spread pussy, wet and glistening, from when I was bored in my hotel room.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

My heart slammed into my ribs, adrenaline shooting through me. I fumbled, scrolling to the next image so fast I almost dropped my phone. My face flushed hot, and I could hear my pulse roaring in my ears.

“Scarlett…” Leo said, his voice shaky, stunned.

I froze, dread and embarrassment burning through me. I’d totally forgotten about those photos—the ones I took for myself after using my vibrator, just to feel sexy and remember the moment.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice trembling. My thumb hovered over a now-innocent pic of a cosplay group, but that explicit image was stuck in my head—my thighs open, fingers teasing, everything on display.

We both stared at the screen. Leo didn’t speak right away, and the silence felt thick and heavy. I wanted to disappear, but I was glued in place, too mortified to move.

“You—uh, you looked really good,” he stammered, awkward but trying to lighten the mood. His voice was strained, but not in a bad way.

I finally glanced at him, my cheeks on fire. His expression wasn’t judging—it was wide-eyed, curious, almost turned on.

“Fuck, Leo. I’m so embarrassed,” I whispered again.

He swallowed hard, shifting on the mattress. “It’s okay, seriously…”

My heart was racing, and the embarrassment started mixing with something else—a heat building between my legs. Why was this making me so wet? He’s my best friend, but that just made it feel naughtier.

“Can we just forget that happened?” I asked, forcing a laugh. “I’m dying here.”

He gave a weak chuckle, still staring at me. “Sure, if that’s what you want…”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “I…I kinda want to see it again.”

“Are you serious?” I whispered, the heat in my face spreading lower.

I reminded myself this was Leo, but that only made the urges stronger—more wrong, more exciting.

He hesitated, then nodded. His voice was soft but sure: “Very.”

Something about that sent a rush of confidence through me, pushing past the shame. I took a slow breath and looked back at my phone.

Slowly, I scrolled back. The cosplay group. The food court. And there it was again—my smooth, wet pussy, spread wide in the hotel room.

I held the phone steady this time, my hand shaking slightly as Leo’s eyes devoured the image.

“God, Scarlett…” he breathed, voice low. “I had no idea.”

“No idea about what?” I teased, trying to keep it light despite the throbbing between my thighs.

“That you could be such a slut…”

“Hey!” I said, pulling the phone away.

“No!” Leo said quickly. “I mean that in a good way, Scarlett! You’re always in those big hoodies and jeans, you know? And that’s cool, but this…this is like discovering a secret. A really hot secret. Please, show me again.”

I tilted the screen back toward him, feeling a strange thrill that he wanted to stare at my pussy with his best friend eyes.

“Do you…have more?” he asked softly, almost shyly. “Other photos like this?”

A shiver ran through me, and I felt my nipples get hard. Why was this so fucking arousing? “Yeah, a lot more,” I admitted, my breath hitching. I was so wet, I could feel it soaking through my panties. Fuck, why was I imagining him eating me out or fucking my tits?

I took a deep breath. “Do you want to see them?”